...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And palfthee in the dunneat smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep tbrough the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor...

...gall, you murth'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief: Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Terrible invocation! •• Tragedy can speak no stronger language, nor could any genius less than...

...the small difference* of lightsome and darkiome, which shew the figure. Id. Come, thick night, Aad pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven prep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold ' hold ! Shatupeare. Sfacbeth....

...fight, I should have known it Without a prompter. Macbeth exclaims, — Come thick nii*ht, And pall me in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold ! Shakspeare's blank verse...

...¿nj/e-hook , and in the other hand A paire of weights. Id. Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes. Shaktpcare With him went many a fiend, and ugly tpright, Armed with ropes and hiicei, all instruments...

...gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall* thee in the dunnest smoke...of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound it makei ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold .'—Great Glamis, worthy...

...delicate." And how does Lady Macbeth receive her king? — she who some short hour before had said, " Come! thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes !" Why, she receives her king as a lady should, with bland aspect and a gentle voice, but over...

...sightless substances Vou wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall* thee in the dunnret smoke of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold .'—Great Glamis, worthy...

...gall, you niurd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night. And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Without going over the...

...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall ihee in the duunest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dnrk, To cry, Hold, Hold.' Without going over the...